The Great Dream God

Meng Ze's gaze was like the deep night sky, with stars of contemplation twinkling in it. He stared at Edward deeply, as if he wanted to see into the depths of his soul through those dark brown eyes.

Edward felt the gaze and looked back at Meng Ze. His eyes, as calm as a lake, revealed a determination and composure.

Edward's eyes were full of concern and confusion, and he asked softly, "Master, you seem to be a little unwell. Are you in trouble? Or is there something that is bothering you?" His voice was low and gentle, like the sound of a piano in the middle of the night, trying to soothe every bit of uneasiness that might arise.

Meng Jin's words were full of amazement and admiration. He stared at the person in front of him and said word by word: "You are really strong!" This was not a casual compliment, but a sincere praise. His eyes flashed with a unique awe of the strong, as if he saw an insurmountable peak.

Edward lowered his head, his eyes full of respect and loyalty, and said softly: "Although I may have extraordinary power, and even be unrivaled in certain areas, these are not enough to change one fact - I am always your servant, your slave. All my abilities are to better serve you, protect you, and take care of you. No matter what challenges or dangers I face, I will not hesitate, because this is my commitment to you and the embodiment of my self-worth. My power is not used to show off myself, but to protect you and our oath. So, please allow me to serve you in my humble capacity to the best of my ability."

Meng Jin couldn't help but secretly admire Edward's words. Edward's words were like a spring breeze, and he was well versed in the essence of human relationships. Every word was just right, like a carefully carved jade, powerful yet warm. He understood the subtleties of human nature, and the wisdom and sophistication revealed in his words seemed to be able to handle the complex world with ease, which made people have to admire his clarity and sophistication.

Meng Jin raised his arms again and shouted, his voice resounding in the wilderness like a huge bell: "Friends, let us cheer up and continue on this journey! There are at least 1000 miles ahead waiting for us to conquer. That is the prelude to our return home and the dawn of hope flickering in the sky. Every step is branded with our tenacity, and every mile is our affectionate confession to our home. Wind, frost, snow and rain are only our tempering; long journeys are only for that moment of reunion. Let us leave deep footprints on the land under our feet, let them tell of our perseverance and persistence. 1000 miles, seemingly far away, becomes insignificant in the face of our determination. Home is at the end not far away, waving to us, waiting for our triumph with a warm embrace. Go forward bravely, let us cross this thousand-mile border together, because we know that there is our paradise and our eternal safe haven!"

With his firm and resolute command, Meng Jin led the mighty army to march forward towards the unknown territory. His voice was like thunder exploding in the quiet dawn, shaking the hearts of every soldier and stirring up endless fighting spirit and faith. The army rolled forward like a torrent, iron hooves trampled the silence, and flags fluttered, showing their determination and strength.

Edward and Lisa followed closely behind like two phantoms in the night. They were agile and quick, like elves in the night, silently moving among the teams. Edward, his eyes were like stars, deep and resolute, and the long sword in his hand reflected the cold moonlight; Lisa, her figure was as light as the wind, her pretty face was filled with a fearless smile, and her black clothes made her look even more mysterious in the dark.

Sun Yifang walked steadily along the stone path, his mouth filled with lofty praise: "Lord Mengjin, although he is not a hero with unparalleled martial arts, the two slaves under his command are rare geniuses in the world. The three of them work together, like a mountain to calm the sea, indestructible, and no one can stand up to their edge. Their power is like a strong wind shaking pine and cypress, and thunder shaking the valley, irresistible and unmatched. Lord Mengjin's wisdom lies in that he knows how to control this power and make it an invincible battle formation. This is his true power, which makes the heroes of the world far behind."

Wei Yanren pondered, his words full of surprise and admiration: "In the years I spent with Meng Jin, I witnessed his ordinariness, but never saw his extraordinaryness. It was only today that I suddenly realized that this man actually possessed such unfathomable talent. He is truly a model of a real man! His wisdom is like the abyss, his courage is like a lion, and his ambition is like a mountain. Such a person deserves the three words 'should be like this', which makes people admire him, just like the bright stars illuminating the night sky, making people ask themselves, what is a true hero, what is the demeanor of a real man?"

Lisa, like a silent poem, steps on the strings of time, and every step is a deep thought about the future. In her eyes, endless stars are reflected, which are her inner desire and doubts about the unknown world. "What kind of picture will my future be? Am I destined to be a silent slave forever under the shackles of life, letting the wind and frost of fate erode my soul?"

However, when she thought of Meng Jin, the name was like a bright star, illuminating her confused thoughts. Meng Jin, the power and wisdom behind the name, seemed to indicate that he would emerge in the torrent of the times, like the dawn, dispelling the darkness. If she became his slave, it might not be entirely unfortunate. Because, standing on the shoulders of giants, even shadows are more dazzling than the sun of others.

“Perhaps, I will witness the birth of a legend, or even become a part of that legend, although small, but indispensable. Under the protection of Mengjin, can I find my own value and direction, break free from the shackles of fate, and shine my own light? This is an unknown gamble, but also a brave challenge.”

Lisa never stopped, and continued to move forward with determination and expectation in every step.

Edward's steps were steady and resolute, and every step was filled with indignation and unwillingness. His face was like a glacier in winter, cold and hard. His eyes were as deep as the night, reflecting an endless bleak premonition of the future. He growled in his heart, and every word seemed to be carved out of ice and snow, resounding: "My future is portrayed as a dark wasteland, without any hope! This is not what I want, and I will never accept such a fate. I refuse to become a victim of this gloomy future!"

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, as if he was trying to break free from the shackles that bound him. The identity of a slave was like a heavy shackle that shackled his soul and dreams. "Mengjin, this name is like an insurmountable wall, blocking my path to freedom. I don't want to be your slave anymore, and I don't want this name to dominate my destiny anymore!" His voice was like a horn in the wind, resounding through his heart, announcing his ardent desire for freedom.